er, some time later, he drew a long breath, and dropped himself in
the chair at his desk.

"God helping me, I'll do it!" he cried softly. "I'll tell all my Toms
I KNOW they'll be glad to fill that woodbox! I'll give them work to do,
and I'll make them so full of the very joy of doing it that they won't
have TIME to look at their neighbors' woodboxes!" And he picked up his
sermon notes, tore straight through the sheets, and cast them from him,
so that on one side of his chair lay "But woe unto you," and on the
other, "scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!" while across the smooth
white paper before him his pencil fairly flew--after first drawing one
black line through Matthew twenty-third; 13--14 and 23.

Thus it happened that the Rev. Paul Ford's sermon the next Sunday was
a veritable bugle-call to the best that was in every man and woman and
child that heard it; and its text was one of Pollyanna's shining eight
hundred:

"Be glad in the Lord and rejoice, ye righteous, and shout for joy all ye
that are upright in heart."

CHAPTER XXIII. AN ACCIDENT

At Mrs. Snow's request, Pollyanna went one day to Dr. Chilton's office
to get the name of a medicine which Mrs. Snow had forgotten. As it
chanced, Pollyanna had never before seen the inside of Dr. Chilton's
office.

"I've never been to your home before! This IS your home, isn't it?" she
said, looking interestedly about her.

The doctor smiled a little sadly.

"Yes--such as 'tis," he answered, as he wrote something on the pad
of paper in his hand; "but it's a pretty poor apology for a home,
Pollyanna. They're just rooms, that's all--not a home."

Pollyanna nodded her head wisely. Her eyes glowed with sympathetic
understanding.

"I know. It takes a woman's hand and heart, or a child's presence to
make a home," she said.

"Eh?" The doctor wheeled about abruptly.

"Mr. Pendleton told me," nodded Pollyanna, again; "about the woman's
hand and heart, or the child's presence, you know. Why don't you get a
woman's hand and heart, Dr. Chilton? Or maybe you'd take Jimmy Bean--if
Mr. Pendleton doesn't want him."

Dr. Chilton laughed a little constrainedly.

"So Mr. Pendleton says it takes a woman's hand and heart to make a home,
does he?" he asked evasively.

"Yes. He says his is just a house, too. Why don't you, Dr. Chilton?"

"Why don't I--what?" The doctor had turned back to his desk.

"Get a woman's hand and heart. Oh--and I forgot." Pollyanna's face
showed s